![]() Nick: I appreciate what you're saying, but I'm happy with what I have. Schmidt: I think that's a mistake to say those things about the character. I have no respect for Schmith, and neither should anybody else. He's not somebody you want to introduce to Mom and Dad. 128 pages 90gsm paper stock Wrap around hardback cover Fully printed design on the front and back Available in a selection of ruled, graph or blank. Schmidt: I don't understand why, when we meet this character, he-he's kicking a puppy. the Schmith character seems, uh, grotesque. While it's an honor to be included in the world that you've created here, um. You helped me realize that Pepperwood needed a Schmith. who is this wise, denim-clad Jewish chaplain? Sch-Schmith? Nick: That was the big thing. Ooh! Nick, there's a whole nother chapter here! How did you make this happen? Nick: I worked. Miyagi on the whole "no notes, tough love" routine. The typos are due to the book-building escapades in Glue.Nick: Well, Schmidty, you pulled a real Mr. ![]() Nick Miller wants the world to know that Nick Miller is a wonderful and handsome man and that his father would be proud of him if he had lived to have the opportunity to steal his son's first novel. He thinks it's fun and cathartic to write about himself in the third person. He has also lived in New Orleans, althougth that was mostly a frenzied barely remembered fever-dream, during which he wrote the majority of his magnus opus the Pepperwood Chronicles. Miller currently lives in Los Angeles California. Even now, even covered in the blood of the man they both knew as Schmith, the two satin silence in the hot, New Orleans night, waiting for the words that would never come." "Keep your knife dry." Nick Miller is a law school graduate, a professional bartender, and a small business owner. "Even though he doesn't have muscles, he seems incredibly strong," Jessica thought, as she looked into his perfect, sexy face. Jessica Night broke through the barricades and ran to his side. Without opening it, Pepperwood knew what was inside: blood-soaked beignets." "Kill yourself." "Pepperwood lay on the ground in a puddle of blood. The driver handed him a brown paper sack. Her legs were as long as the deep." "The sun baked down on Pepperwood's back as he moved over to the St. "Julius Pepperwood loved three things in his life- his gumbo, his sex, and more of that sweet gumbo. In one passage, Pepperwood watched a block of local news, which Schmidt found ironic that his violent world was being translated into sound bites for consumption. And a super-annoying know-it-all." Revision "To Anthony Rizzo and the Chicago Cubs, for all we've been through. She was small in stature, but not in spunk. The other was his gal Friday, Jessica Night. Pepperwood had two friends- one, if you count his hat. They were the kind of legs you could sink your teeth into. ![]() She strode into is office with a sense of purpose, place, another word here? She had zombie legs that went on for miles. Passages Zombie Detective "The night was inky hot.
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